I'll Follow You Through the Dark (Roger Taylor Fan Fic)

Living with the Blonde Drummer

I pulled the covers over my head as the banging of the drum kit in the other room grew louder. Moving in with Roger a month ago has been nothing short from wonderful, aside from him always practicing at ungodly hours. I looked up at the clock, "6:45 AM". You've got to be kidding me, I have class in a little over an hour.  I slipped my robe and slippers on and made my way to lean against the doorway, peering into the living room. There was the perfect blonde drummer, pounding away on his kit. He was getting a little frustrated, as he threw his drumsticks in the holder and ran both his hands through his hair.

"M'morning love, everything alright?" I asked as I made my way to him, crawling on top of him and placing his hands on my hips.

His eyes opened a little wider, and a small smile formed on his face, "just practicing.. Queen II, the record label ate it up. We have to do something a bit different. Sheer Heart Attack is great so far, I'm just trying to really nail my drum pieces, darling."

I pushed his hair out of his face, and stood up, "How does some breakfast sound? Some eggs, bacon and sausage?"

"Sounds great. I'm gonna go shower off, I'm a bloody mess," he said as he made his way into the bathroom.

**

I set the plates down on the table, and got the silverware from the kitchen drawer. Roger reappeared at the table, ready to devour his breakfast.

"What do you have planned for today, love?" He asked, taking a bite of his bacon.

"I have class, then afterward I'm stopping by at Deaky's. We might go grab some lunch," I smiled as I poured my orange juice in my glass, then passing it to Roger.

He nodded, and continued to stuff his face with his breakfast, "okay love, are you stopping by the studio tonight? Izzy, Lottie, and Mary will be there!"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I stood up, leaning over to kiss his forehead and take my plate to wash up in the sink.

**
I walked out of class in the brisk London air. Autumn began to bustle in, and I was relieved from the Summer heat. While I was on my walk to my old flat, I stopped at the newspaper stands. "Queen II wasn't their best work, can they do better? . . . Queen, begins new album. . ." Were some of the headlines. I had no idea that when I was dancing in the pub that night, that I'd end up falling in love with the drummer, and that they'd grow into an over night sensation. He told me he'd follow me into the dark, maybe that was true.. but I'm following Roger into the dark, into the world of rock and roll, where anything goes.

I walked up the stairs in front of John's and now Brian's flat, and knocked on the door. The door swung open to a quite cheery shirtless Brian.

"Hey! Y/N! Come in!" He waved. Izzy, popped up from behind him, with blush red cheeks.

"Hey guys, is John in? We had plans today," I said, scratching my neck and walking in the door as I realized what I had interrupted.

"He's in the shower, mate's been in there for a while. Let me go check on him!" Brian smiled.

Brian walked over to the door, and snickered when he got there... I took a few steps closer and heard Deaky screaming at the top of his lungs, Bang a gong by T. Rex.

"Hey John! Y/N is here," Brian pounded on the door.
"Alright, be right out!" John yelled.

I turned to Izzy, who was still red as a tomato, "How are things?"

"They're really good, for once. Brian is great, he's so charming and intelligent," she gushed.

I smiled widely and moved to sit on the couch. Izzy followed suit but not before grabbing some pops from the fridge.

"How is living with Roger?" She poked.

"Honestly, it's great. We bicker sometimes, but no major arguments. It's usually when he's practicing the drums at ungodly hours. I guess that's something that I will have to get used to. He also throws his clothes anywhere... makes laundry tougher than it needs to be," I giggled.

"Must be something common with the boys, because Bri does the same thing. I don't really do his laundry but helping him keep this flat in order can be frustrating," Izzy said as John appeared in the living room.

"Hey, Y/N! It's so good to see you, love!" John said running over to embrace me.

"Hi to you to Deaky! You ready to go grab a bite before getting in the studio?"

He nodded, and I took his hand and led him out the door, waving to Brian and Izzy.

We made it outside, and John immediately started laughing, "they're like rabbits. I don't really complain though, I try to mind my own business."

"Sounds like a good idea, Deaks."

**

We sat down in the booth at the diner I used to work at. I didn't end up going back after coming home from the tour, I was able to continue to work for the band, helping the manager book shows and kept track of finances. Usually Paul would tend to do these things, but Freddie made him his personal assistant and hired Jim Beach, or as Fred called him Miami. To alleviate some of his duties, I took on those tasks. 

A familiar face came over to our table, pulling out her pen and paper, "what can I get you both? Drinks are on me!"

"Oh Whitney, you don't have to do that!" I tried to negotiate with her.

"It's no problem at all, what are you having?" She tapped the tip of the pen against the note pad.

"Chicken strips and chips for me," I ordered.

"I'll take a bacon cheeseburger and chips, thank you." John added.

Whitney scribbled it down and took our menus.

As the food came, we enjoyed our meal and talked about how different living with Bri is than me, and how excited the band is to release Sheer Heart Attack. The band could care less about the press or their critics. The band had a great following and that was all that mattered.

**author's note**
I'm so sorry that it took so long to update. Rough week of college, tons of exams in one week!! I'm going to write about the studio session next chapter, so stay tuned. Thanks for reading!